It didn’t take long to pack up my bag. I decided to leave Roy’s packet in the cabin and just take my handwritten notes with me. If I returned, I wouldn’t have to ask for them again, and if I decided to head to Clan Firinn, Roy would have his materials. When I picked up my purse, I realized I’d left my wallet and Shadow Woman’s drawings in the art room. I grabbed my suitcase and duffel and placed them on the porch next to the dog dishes, then walked over to the lodge. For now I’d leave the dried fruit still in the basket and the dog food.

Liam was leading the harnessed Belgian from the barn to hitch up to the wagon. He waved at me.

I waved back. “Hi, Liam. I’ll be going with you. Could you see that my bags and the dogs’ dishes are loaded?”

He grinned. “You betcha, Miss Darby. You can ride up front with me.”

In a pig’s eye I’ll ride up front with you. “Thank you, Liam. I believe Dee Dee will be coming. I’d bet she’d like to sit with you. She loves classical music. Maybe you could introduce her to bro-country.”

He gave me a sour look and stalked away with the horse.

The lobby was empty and silent as I made my way to the art room. After retrieving my wallet and Scott Thomas’s note from the backpack, I moved to where I’d left the sketches.

They were gone.

Chapter 13

Angie must have picked up the drawings. I checked her desk, then around the room. The drawings were definitely missing. Returning to her desk, I started pulling out drawers.

“Excuse me? What are you doing?” Angie stood in the doorway. Her voice was louder than ever.

My face burned. “Um . . . looking for my drawings . . . technically Shadow Woman’s sketches. I’m going to Targhee Falls on the supply wagon and wanted them. Where did you put them?”

“I didn’t. They were still there when I returned from Roy’s office. Everyone left right after you did—Dee Dee to pack, Peter and Stacy for a walk. I went back to my room.”

“Did you lock the art room?”

“No. But I can’t imagine why someone would take them.”

My neck tingled. “Maybe because they revealed a bit too much about some people?”

Angie folded her arms and leaned against the doorjamb. “Admittedly Sam’s sketch wasn’t very flattering, but he’s not here. Come to think of it, didn’t you buy those drawings from Sam in the first place? He could have destroyed the drawing when he had it.”

“He never saw it. The clerk hid it in a phone book.”

Angie straightened. “So we have a mystery! And you’re an investigator!”

“You said that before. I’m not. I’m just missing my drawings.”